She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 849

Melanie could easily see just how hard Preston was struggling to invent a reason to get inside her home.

Yet she completely failed to understand why he was being so fiercely insistent about it.

It wasn't like he genuinely believed that sleeping in her apartment meant he was going to sleep with her, right?

Melanie let out an exasperated sigh.

"Don't say I didn't warn you, but we're broken up. We need to keep a respectful distance."

Hearing her lay down the law so strictly, Preston paused, then offered a deeply earnest explanation:

"Don't misunderstand. I'm not going to try anything."

"Then why are you so desperate to get inside my place?"

After asking the question, she watched as Preston fell into a heavy silence.

"I just... want to spend a little more time with you... just the two of us..."

As Preston's deep, magnetic voice drifted into her ears, Melanie's mind was briefly pulled back to four years ago.

Back then, in that tiny, rundown rental apartment, it had just been the two of them.

"Thank God... you were the one I ran into that night."

The sudden, nostalgic confession slipped from Melanie's lips.

Preston instantly understood exactly what she meant.

"Thank God... you were the one I ran into that night."

Preston echoed the exact same sentiment right back to her.

Melanie smiled softly.

She felt their situations were fundamentally different, though.

"At the end of the day, you're still part of the Whitmore family bloodline. Even if you hadn't met me, even if I hadn't healed your face, you would have been brought back to take your rightful place as the heir anyway. With their wealth, they probably could have found you an infinitely better doctor!"

But things were entirely different for her.

If the man she bumped into that night hadn't been Preston, there was a terrifyingly real chance she would have been assaulted and murdered.

Just the thought of it sent a cold shiver down her spine, making her realize how reckless she had been and how lucky she was to still be breathing.

"No... to me, you were the absolute best doctor... the only one."

Receiving such immense praise from Preston made Melanie blush a little.

The truth was, the medicine she had concocted for him back then was nothing more than a raw, untested experiment.

The odds of it actually curing him were fifty-fifty at best.

The fact that Preston's face had recovered so flawlessly.

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